I have spent some time on this blog avoiding making fun of Donald Trump. He has, as Fearless Leader of the Pottsylvania Republic that America has become, done innumerable things that have impacted my life already. I am a diabetic who can no longer afford insulin. I can’t breath the city air in the city I am living in. And my wife still has a green card after twenty-two years of marriage. He could’ve hurt me more than he has already if not for the fact that the monkey can’t keep secrets for very long, and the harder he tries, the more Pandora’s boxes he opens up. But the more I leave him alone, even though he’s such an easy subject for practicing humor and satire on, the less he seems willing to leave me alone. So forgive me for taking joy from his misery.
Don Dumb-o Jr. managed to convict himself in the press by Tweeting emails that aggressive political journalists had been pursuing for months. Seriously, I always knew he was something of a bird-brain, but who’d have thought that Dodo birds weren’t extinct after all? He published the very Russian collusion transcripts that Trump had made all kinds of nasty faces and Obama-hate-Tweets in order to keep under wraps.
So, while I am happy that the truth is coming out and the old windbag liar can’t stop it from coming out, I have absolutely no faith that the problem will get solved. The government is still in the strangle-hold grip of the vile and greedy modern GOP (Greedy Old Party). They are quite likely to continue to excuse and protect the orangutan we elected because the monkey-man will continue to let them get away with everything their greedy old party wants to do in robbing the poor to make the rich richer. My Republican friends who support Trump are kinda quiet for the moment, but they still support Trump and believe whole-heartedly in every nasty little thing he wants to do to me… with the help of the Russians, apparently.
Oh, well… He has at least stopped incessantly tweeting bird poop on Twitter for the moment. So let me enjoy it while I still can.